You're so fucking lucky, foot bitch, because I'm feeling generous and in the mood to have My feet worshipped. So crawl over, nice and low, and...

Yep, they're filthy. I didn't bother to clean them for you. That's YOUR job. You're meant to drag your tongue along the bottom of My sole and take in the flavour of it.

You're drooling, aren't you? And your dick is straining, throbbing, desperate to be touched? That's because you're a pathetic little worm, disgusting, repulsive, always craving dirt. Which is perfect, because you don't deserve My feet in pristine condition, but yo...

You're so fucking lucky, foot bitch, because I'm feeling generous and in the mood to have My feet worshipped. So crawl over, nice and low, and...

Yep, they're filthy. I didn't bother to clean them for you. That's YOUR job. You're meant to drag your tongue along the bottom of My sole and take in the flavour of it.

You're drooling, aren't you? And your dick is straining, throbbing, desperate to be touched? That's because you're a pathetic little worm, disgusting, repulsive, always craving dirt. Which is perfect, because you don't deserve My feet in pristine condition, but you can get away with a little up-close worship when there's a task for you: licking them clean with your nasty tongue.

So get to work, worm. This will probably be the most delicious treat you've had in ages. And now that you know it's the thing you crave more than anything else, you'll know for sure that you're not a real man. You could never be one. You're just a broken little creature, pumping for filthy soles, waiting for an opportunity like this one.